The Mural.

The most high ever The most high ever Praise God The most high ever Praise god I made it thru the storm bad weather Rain falls and it make a rose grow petals But change wants everything to know life's levels West side ghettos East side meadows Picket white fence or a trailer park burrow If you say grace the we got the same hero We all up the mural Brodie hit my phone said he wanna die Way to many lows way to many highs Living on the edge looking for the truth Broke up a bitch now she on the loose Minds in a race he ain't keeping up He in last place looking for the cup Drinking duse in the morning Everyday wake up mourning But he's Cain not Abel And he feels played left the cards on the table Looking for the why but his minds reading hateful Everything is changed to a life that is painful And the time's feeling spacial Stuck in the past with a lost fallen angel Drugs to the face trynna cure some appraisal He ain't in the mood to make a change The most high ever Praise god I made it thru the storm bad weather Rain falls and it make a rose grow petals But change wants everything to know life's levels West side ghettos East side meadows Picket white fence or a trailer park burrow If you say grace the we got the same hero We all up the mural We evolved going through the hell and all Walking in the dark looking for the light and call It ain't really minute made it'll take some time to it Cutting spirits with a blade but you gone survive through it Gotta put your mind to it When it hurts the most then the rest is easy Running from a ghost that you really can't see Anything that haunts try to get your physcy Gotta keep your faith sweet The most high ever Praise god you made it thru the storm bad weather Rain falls and it make a rose grow petals But change wants everything to know life's levels West side ghettos East side meadows Picket white fence or a trailer park burrow If you say grace the we got the same hero You looking at the mural